-To say this man could eat for America, he can't cook at all. But he always tries, and when you guys want fast food but feel guilty, you get Wally to cook so you have an excuse. Sometimes, when you get home wally is in the kitchen, and it always makes you laugh because you always know when he wants to order in.
-To say he is one of the fastest people alive, he is somehow always late, to everything. You've even started telling him the wrong time so he arrives earlier, but again still manages to be late; it's like he's coded to glitch out when he's early or on time to an event.
-Sleeps like the dead. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will wake this man once he's asleep. But if he smells your cooking, he's there faster than a dog to his ball. He also snores like a broken motorbike. You now own numerous earplugs.
-Kisses you every chance he gets. It's always so random. When you're cooking, he'll just come up to you and grab your face for a kiss, when you're just chilling together, even when you're brushing your teeth. He also, without fail, kisses you goodnight, good morning, hello and goodbye.
-His love language is physical touch; he's always touching you when he's with you: a kiss, a hug, leaning on you, a hand on you somewhere, it's like he needs to have his hands on you at all times, otherwise he'll die.
-He always manages to forget valentines day, but when he's reminded, he always rushes to give you the best Valentine's ever. Flowers, candlelit dinner, gifts and an amazing night.
-If he doesn't have to, he won't get out of bed in the morning, and he often sleeps in. If he hears you getting up in the morning, he often tries to get you to stay in bed with him, usually by pulling you back down to the bed, wrapping his arms around you and not letting you go. He's made you late to work a few times.
-He whistles all the time, subconsciously all the time, at first you hated it, but now you love it when you hear the front door open and whistling follows, when he showers, when he exercises, when he's concentrating, like always and at this point, it's just become background noise.
-Somehow, he's always wearing mismatched socks. You've also banned him from doing your laundry because he loses your socks, too. It's really embarrassing to go to work with mismatched socks, so you brought all new ones, and you now do your own laundry. But when it's just you guys at home, you do wear his odd socks.
-Whenever he's had a bad day, you can always find him sitting on the highest building with a cheeseburger, and more often than not, when you finally manage to find him there will be one waiting for you too.
-He can always cheer you up, no matter what; it's like magic, you can never stay upset or angry for too long whenever he's around.
-Expect to have a lot to do with Dick because if that boy wasn't head over heels for you, and dick for Kori guaranteed they'd be dating each other, and even though they both have girlfriends, they still flirt religiously with each other, even in front of you and Kori, shame and guilt-free, and it always amuses you.
I didn't know if you wanted CaitVi as a couple or if you wanted CaitVi x Reader, so I tried to make it so you can interpret either.
In this scenario, nobody died, and they all live happily ever after.
Dynamic
Caitlyn is calm and grounded. She's the person you go to when you need help, when you're not feeling good. She's the sun is a hurricane. The hurricane is Vi; she's chaos. She's the person who's dragging you out to cause trouble at early hours in the morning. She's the one you go to when you've got a problem with someone. You go to her when you need cheering up or when you want fun. They both have their strengths, and their dynamic works so well together.
Caitlyn is so gentle. She takes her time, she makes sure she's done what she wants and what needs to be done at the same time. She won't stop until she's satisfied with her work; she's guiding, she's commanding, but in the best way. Vi is rough; she doesn't give instructions, she just does. She wants a different position shell just throw you into it. She's messy, rushed, but that doesn't mean she can't give you what you need or that she can't drag it out; she will, you can count on that.
Head cannons.
-Due to Caitlyn growing up with a silver spoon, she can't cook at all, but she can bake really well. Other than that, she won't even attempt to cook, and Vi just prays she doesn't cook because she likes to think she's an amazing cook, but she's really not.
-Caitlyn's family are awkward. They don't speak; they just look, and if they do say something, it's clipped, as if it physically hurts them to be nice. Vi's family is the complete opposite; there's always someone sparking up conversation, always hugging, laughing or joking. It really does feel like family.
-Caitlyn insists on date night; she plans it every week, always brings flowers, and if she doesn't plan to go out shell make sure something homemade is ready. Vi, on the other hand, doesn't make it known it's a date, she'll just invite you out, drag you out or bring something to you. But she'll subtly make it romantic.
-Because Vi grew up in the undercity, where food is a privilege, she often forgets to eat and/or eats very little, and she is always getting into trouble for not eating. Caitlyn, like clockwork, eats three meals a day, without fail. When Vi argues with her, she just fights her on all the health benefits, and she is slowly getting Vi into a routine of her own.
-Due to Vi growing up less fortunate than Caitlyn, Vi was always taught that no amount of money could buy affection, and Vi lives by that, especially if it's someone she cares about. Caitlyn, on the other hand, got showered in gifts whenever she was sad, won an achievement, etc., so that's how she shows love. But she won't give you just anything if you mention needing new shoes or a coat shell get you that, or shell bake for you, anything that shows that she listens and cares.
-Caitlyn never takes a bad photo, not one bad angle, but when she's asleep. Perfect, could be on the cover of Vogue. It should be impossible to sleep so elegantly, but there she lies every night. Vi, on the other hand, is something else entirely. Takes up the whole bed, drools, snores. The best thing about it is that she doesn't care.
Long story short, complete opposites but both amazing women in their own way.
-Due to all Bruce's training he is a nightmare to sleep next to, that's if he comes to bed. But when he does he sleeps like the dead, plus he is very easily woken up. Just a change in your breathing will wake him up.
-Something you always look forward too when you have a rough day, is Bruce's hands. He gives the best massages. Due to all his training on the human body, he knows where to press and how hard to press, plus he has very strong hands.
-You didn't expect the billionaire playboy to be able to cook. You were about 4 months into your relationship when he first cooked you a meal and the food was amazing, the best you'd ever had not even exaggerating. Unfortunately in your many years dating him you've realised he doesn't cook very often. But you're always trying to get him to make something for you
-Bruce absolutely hates being driven around, he would rather drive himself.
-For yours and Bruce's first date he came to pick you up for a long drive. It was a lovely drive until someone pulled out in front of him and he started ffing and blinding and you couldn't help but laugh. That's when you learnt that the big bad Bruce Wayne has road rage.
-Bruce isn't a very affectionate person, he doesn't know how to and though he is still learning one of the ways he always shows you affection is by kissing your hand. When he picks you up for a date or when you're cuddling in bed, he'll lightly take your hand and brush his lips against your knuckles.
-One of your favourite things about Bruce is how he smells. Somehow he always smells like outside with a bit of musk. Due to being in the batcave so often that's how he's just come to naturally smell.
-Due to all the pressure that is on Bruces eyes during patrol and when in the batcave because all that looking at screens in the dark has messed with his eyesight. So when he reads he uses reading glasses to take the pressure off of his eyes.
-Bruce may act all cold and broody in public but in privet its a completely different story. He absolutely loves cuddling with you, and even better, if he's a little spoon, he often tries to get you to give him back scratches and mess with his hair.
-He is the biggest gentleman, but the thing he does the most is wrap you up. He is constantly wrapping you in his coats or blankets.
-Is an amazing cook. But for some reason, only complicated meals. Other than that, he sets toast on fire.
-When you first got into the car with him, you vowed it'd be your last. Because he is so used to flying everywhere, when he does get into a car, he drives like an absolute grandad.
-You once mentioned you like the look of flowers on your dining table, so now he brings you a new bouquet of flowers every week, to put on your dining table.
-He gives the best hugs. He gives the type of hugs that lift you off the floor slightly, and sometimes he even cracks your back. Like, he gives full-on bear hugs.
-Communication is everything to this man. He wants to know when you're sad or mad at him, or if you want him to do something, or not do something. So he can change and improve.
-Something you didn't expect is that all of his toothbrushes are destroyed because of how aggressively he brushes his teeth. Like the man is trying to scrub the calcium out of his teeth.
-When it's 1 o'clock in the morning, and you can't sleep, you'll often wonder downstairs to find him sitting in the living room listening to old music. You always, without fail, switch on the lamp, walk up to him, take his hand and slow dance the night away.
-He often scares you when he sleeps because he doesn't breathe, obviously. But because it's so quiet at night, you pick up on it more.
-He always remembers dates and events. Valentines day? he remembers, an anniversary? He remembers, a birthday? he remembers, your sister has a dentist appointment that you mentioned in a passing conversation. He remembers!
-Whenever Valentine's Day or your anniversary rolls around, he always goes as big as he can. Rose petals scattered, a homemade candlelit meal, presents, wine etc..
-When you guys are walking next to a road, especially a main road, he always walks closer to the road. Because he could take being in a car better than you if it were to swerve, he's also just a gentleman.
-He is an amazing cook. He is constantly trying to learn new recipes to surprise you.
-When you're working late, you'll often find the house cleaned. He is a really clean person. He always perfectly makes the bed in the morning, the shoes by the door are always neatly organised along with the pillows and throws on the sofa, there are never any dirty pots out, there's never a spec of dust in your house, you have questioned if he has OCD, but he always brushes it off and blames the army.
-He notices the little things by observing. What jewellery you wear, which side of the bed you sleep on, and how many sugars do you have in your tea and coffee. Your favourite brands. What kind of music you listen to. What kind of perfume you use etc..
-He is really good with children. He doesn't even realise how sexy you find him when he's being a good role model to children, which very much makes you want him to give you children of your own because you know he'd be an amazing dad.
-He refuses to learn how to drive; he's always going on about how cars were different and better in the 1940s, so he is designated passenger princess. Although he is a backseat driver.
-If you and he are out and a guy hits on you, he just smiles and pulls you away, continuing with whatever you were doing before the interruption. But when you guys get back home, he makes sure you're well aware that you're his and only his.
What happens when you find out your boyfriend has gills on his abdomen. No use of Y/N.
NSFW - bondage, blindfolds, make out, touching, Implied..
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You andΒ KaldurΒ had been dating for a few months and whenever you hadΒ sex,Β he kept his shirt on and was alwaysΒ waryΒ about where your hands were going.Β You knew he was stunning. He was tall, tan and jacked. he worked out all theΒ time,Β so you knew heΒ wasn'tΒ insecure about how he looked.Β Β
It'sΒ not like he needed his shirt off to please you, he was very good in bed, he takes note of your weaknesses and abuses it, there's been many a time when you've had to have a hour till you come down from your high and you trust your legs again.Β Β
No,Β he was amazing, one of the best loversΒ you'veΒ ever had, you wereΒ just curious.Β Β
So,Β you decided that you were going to find out. You had a plan...Β
It was date night, and your plan was set in motion. You slipped on his favourite shirt that unironically was his mentor's merch. He was quite a bit taller than you, so it slipped just past your mid-thigh. YouΒ throwΒ your hair into a messy bun and took off all your makeup.Β
Right on time, your doorbell sounds. You ran across your small apartment and swung your door open, and there he was in all his glory.Β You looked him up and down without shame. He was wearing baggy, low-fitting blue jeans, with a black hoodie with some sort of purple and blue graphic picture on the back, and he was wearing his jewellery, which consisted of a silver chain bracelet and necklace with a few silver rings.Β Β
He was holding a bottle of rose in one hand, yourΒ favouriteΒ and a bag of whatever foodΒ he'dΒ chosen to eat tonight. Whatever it was it smelt good.Β You invited him inside, and you both quickly fell into your rhythm. After doing this every Friday for 3 monthsΒ it'sΒ just routine at this point.Β
"You trying to cook me alive, sweetheart?Β It'sΒ boiling in here"Β Β
He took off his hoodie, and as he did it brought up his shirt, and you could just see the delicious V line that slipped below his trousers. You had to practically hold yourself back from pouncing on him.Β
"I like my meat cooked before I eat it"Β
You saw the way he paused for just a split second before carrying on with sorting the food.Β Β
"Were having tai tonight, and since I chose the food, you pick the film"Β
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill, I was thinkingΒ theΒ hatingΒ game,Β handsome"Β Β
YouΒ don'tΒ miss the way his cheeks pink slightly, and you can feel a small smile tug at your lips.Β
"SoundsΒ good to me beautiful"Β
YouΒ couldn'tΒ help but watch as his hands flexed and moved; you could see the outline of his veins and the way his long fingers wrapped around food containers. YouΒ couldn'tΒ help but squeeze your thighs together a little.Β Β
Now, to set the mood, you turned off the lights and just kept your lampΒ on,Β soΒ you'dΒ have a soft glow. You cuddled up next to him, and he tucked you into his side, then he grabbed a throw off the back of your sofa and lightly draped it over you both.Β
About halfway through the movie, you made up a half-assed story that you needed to use the toilet and wandered off into your bedroom. However, you did not need the toilet; you needed him writhing underneath you, and lucky for you, you knew how to make that happen.Β
You had slipped on his favourite lingerie set, a black bralette, with a lace thong. You messed up your hair, so you gave the 'hot mess look', and did very minimal makeup with a bold red lip. You screamed 'Playboy Bunny Magazine', and you just knew he was going to lose it.Β Β
You slipped on a silk nightgown, dimmed yourΒ lightsΒ and called him into the room.Β
You heard the TV pause, and him walk toΒ yourΒ direction. You stood in front of your queen-sized bed and held onto each end of the nightgown, ready to open it when he walked in.Β Β
The moment he walked into the doorway, you let your nightgown slip open. His eyesΒ immediatelyΒ started raking over your body, and you could see the way he shifted slightly. You slowly walked towards him, making sure to sway your hips in the process.Β
Before you could stalk the rest of the way,Β he'dΒ taken 2 steps and instantly connected your lips. His lips were big and warm, easily overlapping your own. His hands found themselves stalking from your waist down to your ass, giving it a quick but harsh squeeze, before continuing their way to the back of your thighs.Β Β
You felt your feet leave the floor. As your instincts took hold, your hands found his head, and you dragged your nails lightly against his scalp, as there is no hair to pull.Β It'sΒ times like these that you really miss his dreads.Β HisΒ tongueΒ had managedΒ toΒ invade your mouth,Β and youΒ welcomed itΒ eagerly.Β You feel the cold of the wall press against your back. You slipΒ from his hold only for his knee to snake its wayΒ in-betweenΒ your legs, you reach for them hem of his shirt only for his handsΒ to find yours and pin them aboveΒ your head.Β He moves to kiss down your jaw and down your neck, you roll your hips you both groan and he lets go of your hands to hold your hips. You take initiative and push him backwards towards the bed.Β He lets you lead him and he sits when he feels the back of his knees touch the silk sheets.Β Β
"SitΒ at the headboard please my love"Β Β
He quirks his eyebrow at you but obliges cautiously. You discard your robe and crawl over to straddle him. You grab one of the pieces of ropeΒ that'sΒ tied around the left side of your bedpost and hold it up to him.Β
"CanΒ I?"Β
You could see a mixture of shock and uncertainty flash across his face.Β YouβdΒ never taken control like this before,Β and youΒ weren'tΒ that kinky,Β sure,Β you experiment but not this far, not to the point theyΒ can'tΒ move or get away if they wanted to, so you more than understood his uncertainty.Β But before you could open your mouth to reassureΒ him,Β he nods, slow, barely but there. He took a deep,Β shaky breath.Β Β
"I trust you..."Β
It was quiet and small,Β but it was there. You kissed his cheek,Β happy that he trusted you this much.Β Β
"If you want me to stop,Β just say Octopus"Β Β
Again,Β the confusion etched its way back onto his face.Β
"But why can't I just say stop, and why does it have to be octopus?"Β
You huffed aΒ laugh;Β you found it cute the way hisΒ eyebrowsΒ twisted together trying to figure out your madness.Β
"It just a word that 100% means stop,Β somethingΒ thatΒ you'reΒ not ever going to shout during sex.Β Plus,Β octopus becauseΒ you'reΒ my littleΒ Aquaman"Β Β
You kissed his forehead,Β you began to tie the ropes, and you watched as he nodded his head, even though you knew he stillΒ didn'tΒ quite understand your explanation or reasoning.Β YouβdΒ tied both his hands to eachΒ bedpostΒ using aΒ hobble knot.Β Once he gotΒ comfortable, youΒ grabbed a tie thatΒ KaldurΒ had left here afterΒ anΒ importantΒ businessΒ meeting.Β
βWhat'sΒ that for?βΒ Β
βCan IΒ blind fold you too?βΒ
His eyes flashed with something youΒ couldn'tΒ name, but one thing you did knowΒ was that itΒ wasnβtΒ fear; he looked...Β Confident.Β That was all the confirmation you needed before you draped the deep orange tie over his eyes and tiedΒ itΒ firmly behind his head.Β Β
You could tellΒ you'dΒ heightenedΒ his already highΒ senses;Β hisΒ breathing picked up when you moved back.Β YouβdΒ crawled off the bed, too,Β just stand andΒ observeΒ the way he jumped at theΒ slightestΒ sound and the way he rolled his hips into nothing. You knew he knew you were there;Β he couldΒ probablyΒ hearΒ your heart and your breathing.Β
You stood there debating if you wereΒ reallyΒ aboutΒ to do what you were about to do. I mean,Β he'sΒ obviously hiding it for a reason,Β so why were you about toΒ push hisΒ boundaries?Β You just wanted him to beΒ comfortableΒ around you, butΒ it'sΒ not like just because heΒ won'tΒ take off his shirtΒ doesn'tΒ meanΒ he'sΒ notΒ comfortable. No,Β you wanted to showΒ him that you lovedΒ everyΒ part of him,Β acceptΒ him noΒ matter what. Plus, if he reallyΒ didn'tΒ want you to know that bad, he could just say octopus.Β
You decided to take a deepΒ breath and just go for it. YouΒ crawledΒ back over to him,Β and you heardΒ hisΒ breath hitch. You placeΒ kisses at his jaw,Β workingΒ yourself down his neck and across hisΒ collarbones.Β You moved down to the hem of his shirt,Β moving it upΒ inch by inch, trailing kisses along the way.Β When youΒ reach just below his belly button, andΒ you'reΒ about to place another kiss, you see something moving in the corner of your eye,Β and it causes you to jump up quickly.Β
KaldurΒ realises,Β and you can hear his breath pick up,Β and he startsΒ wigglingΒ to get out of hisΒ restraints. You quickly move to take off his blindΒ fold,Β and when youΒ didΒ his eyes are wide and panicked. HeΒ stutters,Β andΒ you can only assume to explain. You hush him andΒ kiss himΒ on the head beforeΒ movingΒ to untieΒ his hands.Β Β
βGills?Β I mean,Β I knew you areΒ Atlantaian,Β but IΒ wasn'tΒ expecting gillsβΒ
βHowΒ doΒ you expect me to breathe?βΒ
His tone was sharp,Β and as soon as his hands wereΒ free,Β he pulled away from you, not making eye contact...He was angry.Β Β
βIΒ don'tΒ knowΒ it'sΒ just not what I was expectingβΒ
βWhyΒ becauseΒ it makes me aΒ freak, uglyβΒ
βNo not at all I think they were beautiful, like I said I justΒ wasn'tΒ expecting themβΒ
His face went from angryΒ toΒ confusedΒ and a bit sad.Β
βBeautiful, really?βΒ
βYeah,Β I would like to see them properly, ifΒ you'dΒ letΒ me...Β Completely up to you,Β my loveβΒ
His face filled with shock, but youΒ didn'tΒ miss the way his cheeks tinted pink.Β But he smiledΒ slightly,Β nonetheless.Β YouΒ watchedΒ as heΒ shuffledΒ off the bed. You settled in the middle of theΒ bed;Β eyes trained on him.Β He took a deep breath and took off hisΒ shirt,Β and it took your breath away.Β
βStunning, wowβΒ
You let go of the breathΒ you'dΒ beenΒ holding,Β and youΒ watchedΒ asΒ KaldurΒ turned his head inΒ embarrassment. You stood from your place on the bed andΒ walked over to him. You put your hand on his cheek to guide him down to you, and you kissed him gently, gentleΒ turnedΒ into passionateΒ andΒ passionateΒ turnedΒ roughΒ and greedy, untilΒ you'reΒ breathless.Β
You pulled back,Β and youΒ couldn'tΒ take your eyes off hisΒ gills. They looked beautiful, the way they moved andΒ fluttered.Β You moved closer to get a better look at them. When your face wasΒ metersΒ away, they started fluttering out of control.Β You looked up,Β andΒ KahdurΒ wasΒ visiblyΒ breathless. He had the back of his hand to his mouth,Β andΒ heβdΒ tilted his head upward;Β you could also feel his hands firmly on your back. YouΒ pulled up concerned.Β
βAmΒ I hurtingΒ you?βΒ
βNo,Β no,Β not at all,Β sweetheart...Β they'reΒ just veryΒ sensitiveΒ is allβΒ
Curiosity got the best ofΒ you,Β and you moved yourΒ hand,Β soΒ itΒ wasΒ just hovering over the gills. You could feel their warmth.Β
βCan I touch them, please?βΒ Β
UncertaintyΒ came and quickly went. His handsΒ falteredΒ a little bit like he wasΒ hesitantΒ to sayΒ yes butΒ let you either way.Β
βYeah, just please be gentle,Β they are reallyΒ sensitiveβΒ
YouΒ immediatelyΒ touched one of the gills, not hard but enough so they would be aware ofΒ your hand being there. You heardΒ KaldurΒ suck in a sharp breath, and he grabbed your wrist. You instantly pulled away.Β
βNo,Β no,Β no, your hands are cold. IΒ wasn'tΒ expecting it,Β sorryβΒ
βItΒ okaysΒ I'llΒ go warm them up for youβΒ Β
Before he could respond, you had already made your way to bathroom and were running them under the warm tap.Β You dried them off and went straight back to the bedroom. You walked in to see him laid back on the bed feet still touching the floor, brushing his knuckles lightly over his own gills.Β Β
WhenΒ he heard you comeΒ in,Β he sat up and opened his arms, inviting you into his warm embrace.Β To which you gladly accepted and ended up straddling him.Β You put your head on his shoulder and arched your back outwards so you could continue experimenting with his gills.Β Β
You felt his cheek lean onΒ your head, while he supported you with a hand on your hip and his other hand found its way into your hair,Β playing withΒ it. Something you tell him off for later, youΒ can'tΒ affordΒ knotsΒ and split ends.Β
βWaitΒ isn'tΒ sea water like super coldβΒ
βYeah...Why?βΒ
βThen why did my cold hands bother you?βΒ
βBecause my body changes when I'm in and out of the water, my body regulates itself different when I'm on land ratherΒ thanΒ in the waterβΒ
βOhhh, makes sense, that's super cool, what else are you hiding fromΒ me?βΒ
βWhere do IΒ beginβΒ
ThatΒ isΒ how the rest of your night was spent, talking aboutΒ AtlantianΒ biologyΒ andΒ neitherΒ of you could be happier.Β
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Thinking about the fact that bruce can't mark Clark no matter how hard he tries because obviously clark has tough skin that not even bullets can mark so, Bruce has made it his mission to see if he can
A. Mark him with either hickeys or his nails
B. See how long he can get them to stay. His current record being 20 minutes. . .
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The New Avengers have their second mission, an easy one β a group of criminals planning on blackmailing them β but Valentina wants Bucky to be the leader, how will that work out? Will the team manage to work together with a person who hasn't spoken to them all week?
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It's a long shift today, one of those days, push through one more hour, I keep telling myself...
The Brothel today is packed, Music booming, lights flashing and bodies grinding in some horny, animalistic way. Most people who work in the brothel do it for the sex, unlimited sex most nights and pretty good money, better than you'd think. But me, it's a quick, easy way to make cash and one of the better night jobs in the undercity, good money, late work, consistent work, and you stay out of trouble... for the most part anyway.
Fluidly moving I go over the steps to my routine in my head. That way I won't mess up and I don't have to pay attention to the whistling, the stares, the way they lick their lips disgustingly at me or their grubby hands grabbing at me, even though it's against the rules. The only reason I chose this particular brothel was because of the rules in place. The only reason I don't complain and get the people thrown out who do break the rules is because I'll lose my clients, well that and I'll probably get jumped and taken advantage of after my shift.
Just as I'm about to leave, I get called in for a private dance. I never do private dances, but Lacy was adamant I should do this one, something about him being exactly my type. Plus, it's very rare to get a good-looking man in a brothel; usually, they are spoken for pretty quickly. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that everyone in the under city is ugly because they really aren't. I live in the lanes, which is the more expensive, nicer part of the under city. Still an awfully high-crime place, but not as bad as some places. Anyway, there are some really, really good-looking people down here. One of them being the hound of the under city, don't get me wrong, he has children my age, but that doesn't stop him from being any less hot than he is.
Going to the locker room, I stopped at the bar, we're not supposed to drink while on shift, but I really needed to give myself a confidence boost and to stop my hands from shaking. I put on a white two-piece lingerie set with a corset front and lace accents. Clipped it to my stockings and put on some black stilettos. I kept my hair down and wavy, and I also kept my black choker necklace on. Then, to add a little element of surprise, I added a long trench coat over the top. I had no idea who the client was, but from what Lucy told me, he's got money and he never uses the same dancer twice, so my guess is some big shot from Piltover.
This may be a brothel in the undercity, but it's well known that it's the biggest in all of Piltover and the undercity. Many topsiders come down here, students, cheating husbands, stressed workers, etc.. Somewhere where nobody knows them, and even if on the rare occasion they did, what happens in the brothel stays in the brothel. Everybody knows that.
Walking through the crowded corridor, the corridor where private rooms are, so you wouldn't think that they are crowded, but here we are. A bunch of horny adults of all ages rubbing on each other like dogs in heat. Walking into the room, I listed off my boundaries. If you want to work in a place like this, you need them.
"If you want to tip, leave it in the pot behind you. If you have any requests, speak up. Feel free to speak, what's said in here stays in here and do.not.touch.me.without.consent, I will break your fingers".
The man threw his hands up in a mini surrender, which made me smile because it's crazy how many people don't listen when you set clear rules. Looking the man up and down, I felt my heart start to flutter. He was beyond handsome. He was tall, towering over 6 feet, and full of discreet muscle hidden under a percentage of body fat. His hair was dark and tousled, and he was also still in his work clothes. He was dressed like he was from Piltover, but I could tell he was from Zaun because the harsh environment takes its toll on everyone that and he was Vanders' son. I know this because of the family pictures pinned behind the bar in the last drop. The picture contains Vander and his partner Silco, their two biological sons Mylo and Claggor and their two adopted daughters Vi and Powder. Currently sitting in front of me was his oldest Claggor, and boy, did Vander genes do all the work.
He's sat talking about his work, not that I'm listening, it sounds complicated. The sound of his voice, on the other hand, is like music to my ears; it's rough and deep, it rumbles, and it's soothing, something I could sit and listen to all day, like thunder on a dark night. Swinging my hips, bending over, rolling my stomach, doing my floor work, chest to the ground, ass in the air, grinding, the works. About 30 minutes of my set, and just as I'm about to give him a lap dance, he speaks up.
"Can I touch you? It's torture when you shove that perfect round ass and those perky tits in my face, and I've just got to sit on my hands. I won't touch you inappropriately, I just want to glide my hand across your perfect skin, maybe guide you a bit, please"
I was speechless, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. I've never had anyone ask permission before, plus I really did not expect such gentleness from someone who looks as rough as him. Made me think of what he'd be like in bed, in control....
"Yes" It came out horse quiet, shocked.
I've never given permission to be touched before. Then again, I've never been this physically attracted to anyone before. I'd strip off naked right now and let him do as he pleases. I climbed into the man's lap, and his hands went straight for my thighs, almost covering the entire length of them. His hands were rough and calloused from what I can only assume to be years of hard work. As I continuously grind my hips round and down, his hands move from my waist, to my thighs, to my ass, it's like he doesn't know where to settle, that or he wants to touch as much of me as possible.
I keep messing up my routine, it's so hard to focus with his gaze on me, his ragged breath and the little 'fucks', 'beautiful' and groans under his breath. His hands slowly slid up my stomach and undid the corset. I was going to protest, but every single bone in my body was withering for his bone, so I kept my mouth sealed. His hands slid round to my back, and his hands settled on the clasp of my bra. He looked into my eyes almost as if he was silently asking for permission. Just as I was about to nod, his phone buzzed. He picked me up and placed me on the sofa next to him..
"Sorry I have to go, but ill be back I will have you naked and withering underneath me. Until then nobody else is allowed to lay their hands on you and if they do ill chop their hands off and keep them as a souvenir"
I nodded at him as electricity shooted through my body. That should've scared me but it didn't, It excited me...
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